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The Spellweaver
Category: Fantasy
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
A knock at the door changed everything.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The end.